#OUR SPIRITS AREN'T STRANGERS ( agent othello - 001 )

[daringdynamo]

date  —  april 27th, 2021

location — cardiff, wales

status — for @ferrantedominic​

    Should one ask Evren what their favorite room was in Cardiff Castle ( a title granted to the home-base by the princess of Pantheon themself ), they would happily state that it was their own room. They were tucked away in the basement free to decorate and design things as ostentatiously and eccentrically as they wanted. Their second favorite room, however, was Dom’s. Not because they thought it was anything special, but because of the person who dwelled in it, the person who had taken the time to carve out space within their life, to carefully tease at the dilapidated strings of Evren’s heart and take them for his own. 

    There are times that she couldn’t help but curse his selflessness  — if he were less so, then they would gladly allow him to be far greedier with their decaying heart. She still had yet to give up the hope that he would one day sink his teeth into something  — or someone  — and learn to relish the taste of the blood that spilled with it. But, truthfully, Evren had enough of a bite to ensure that he would never have to. 

    And for this act of kindness, they regularly raided his closet, donning whatever comfortable clothes that catch their eye. The thievery, though, was often compensated by the food that she brought to him. With a blanket tucked under one arm, and a basket hanging from the other, she strode into his room, eyes sparkling merrily. Want to join me for a picnic? she signs, color staining her cheeks, the pink hues serving as rather incriminating evidence of their vulnerability. For reasons that she did care to dwell on, acts of kindness concerning Dom always had a way of making her feel untethered, as though they were rather frayed. The smile on his face, though, was often worth it. 

#code.starter #OUR SPIRITS AREN'T STRANGERS ( agent othello - 001 ) #i hope this is ok bb!